Recently I went through the cabinet containing most of my tops awaiting quilting, and found my first ever quilt.
I sewed the scraps to a foundation of old sheets that had belonged to my great-grandmother; Mum pulled them out of the rag pile for me, but had no idea what I was doing with them. I worked out a grid of guidelines for the block and made a master pattern, then traced it onto all the foundations. It was a lot of work, but even at 16 I could work obsessively at something. I tore the sheets to make the squares, which wasn't really accurate, so there was a lot of fudging when it was time to sew the blocks together.
However, this little top has seen a lot of service and never fell apart, so even if it wasn't well-made, at least it was made. It makes me feel very nostalgic for my patchwork beginnings, while I sew my latest Log Cabin blocks together. I seem to have improved somewhat.
My internet is being flaky again, hence my lack of posting. I've also been babysitting a friend's farm while she and her hubby had a much needed holiday.